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Post by Mirage on Oct 23, 2008 11:09:03 GMT -5
Everything but the pink, love, everything but the pink. Mirage likes his own understated color scheme he does.
//Oh, it would be favorable, most favorable. //You can hear the spy's arrogant smirk over the radio. //Mmmm, imagination is often the best toy, but let's leave such distracting thoughts as to your flexibility for after we've rescued the damsel, eh?//
Hellbender makes an entrance that can't be missed, but the star of Tremors is not on Mirage's dance card today.
//Now that,// he snorts, //Is one way to ruin the view.//
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Eye-fire
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In two minds about everything
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Post by Eye-fire on Oct 25, 2008 19:01:35 GMT -5
Eye-Fire, being currently small hidden in the tree, gets caught up in its branch's when it crashes over due to Hellbender. Not tha he notices due to suddenly getting a tree in the scope, but his paint job is utterly mangled as twigs scrap over him.
At least he's easy to repaint.
"Your not going to make this a habit, are you?" Eye-Fire says as he frees himself from the stricken tree and floats into Hellbender's hand.
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Hellbender
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Mecha-Shai-Hulud
"Seriously."
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Post by Hellbender on Oct 25, 2008 19:41:25 GMT -5
"Make what a habit?" the big black and dark blue robot asks. His hand firmly wraps around Eye-fire's stock, cradling the sniper-rifle in his arm like a dismounted arm-gun being carried in 'ready' position during a tunnel sweep.
Hellbender glances around; no visible targets to optic or sonar, yet his tremorsense had picked up something before he surfaced. Red optics narrow; he has his orders, and they don't include "stick around and play hide-and-seek with stealthers". However, if someone should pop out of the woodwork...
Hellbender pats Eye-fire with his free hand, feeling the rifle hum with power, while his shoulder-gun whined with a full charge and whirred softly as it slewed back and forth. As he engages his lifters and rises through the trees, he remembers what was said of Starscream in the old days--that he was never so happy as when he wielded Megatron against surprised Autobots.
Hellbender smirks; he understands that now. What he wouldn't give to have a target to unleash the incredible power of this sentient, self-aiming gun at. Seriously!
--- OOC: Hellbender and Eye-fire exit thread, unless interfered with. OOC: All holding and patting of Eye-fire (and shooting, if necessary), done with player permission
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Nov 1, 2008 8:24:07 GMT -5
Spinister has no intentions of interfering with Eye-Fire's extraction. If Eye-Fire is there and not here, that is one less things for Spinister to worry about... and regrettably, one more thing to concern his comrades. He pauses, stock still, not interfering.
//I've always been a fan of the burden of proof,// Spinister notes to Mirage.
He's not sure he'd consider Swerve a damsel, per se, but no one, no matter his own crimes, deserves the perverted justice of Spinister's Autobots.
On the topic of the ruined view? //You said it.//
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Post by Mirage on Nov 2, 2008 9:58:33 GMT -5
//Well, then, if there is time later, we might need to get to know one another better. I'll not rest easy so long as my word is doubted, you see.//
The Big Ugly is exiting with the rifle, and that means the two hunters have the area mostly to themselves. Most have followed that demon Prime and Grimlock off toward the desert coordinates.
Which suits Mirage just fine.
//We seem mostly alone now, but I'll not bank my rations on it. Any suggestions on the best way to handle this, Spinister? I'm not much of a strategist, I- what is that green mess moving toward Swerve? I wasn't aware this organic stuff could move on its own.//
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Spinister-3
Cadet
"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Nov 3, 2008 19:57:32 GMT -5
//There's always time to make time, though I tend to find that resting easily isn't always the most amusing of pursuits.//
Spinister stares at the green fuzz, and his invisible, undetectable head tilts to one side with concern.
//No clue. Hairsplitter - one of my guns - might have an idea. He was an ecological efficiency expert. I can have him transform and take a look, but my cloak won't cover him.//
He does sound worried for his weapon, and he is.
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Post by Mirage on Nov 3, 2008 23:45:01 GMT -5
//Well.// A pause. //Mine would, if he stayed very close to me, but that might not help.//
Speaking of cloak, Mirage needs to rest his for the require minute. He stops between a particularly close stand of trees. Hopefully, it will be cover enough to hide him from prying eyes. Not that he will mind if Spinister spies him. Too much.
//Whatever it is...I don't like the looks of it. The mass seems to have fixated on him, somehow.... We need to get down there!//
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Spinister-3
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"I live for the day when no one has to fear."
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Post by Spinister-3 on Nov 5, 2008 20:39:36 GMT -5
Spinister cannot see IR as a robot. It is a mystery why he only installed IR sensors in his helicopter mode. This particular Spinister, however, probably got distracted by flirting and forgot to put in a set for robot mode and then never got around to it.
However, between Mirage mentioning his position earlier and having a whole minute, Spinister manages to spy Mirage. He, still quite invisible, holds out Hairsplitter to Mirage, close enough to graze one of Mirage's hands if Mirage doesn't move suddenly. Should Mirage reach out to hold the rifle, Spinister will let go, and Hairsplitter will become quite visible.
//I suppose I may as well hand Hairsplitter off to you, then, but at this rate, I'm out of guns.// A pause. //In this mode.//
OOC: Segue over to Swerve's thread?
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Post by Mirage on Nov 6, 2008 10:28:39 GMT -5
Mirage stiffens slightly at the very light touch of Hairsplitter against his hand, but as the touch is followed quickly by Spinister's voice, the spy relaxes. As he takes Hairsplitter, Mirage smirks: //Darling, you are really good! You simply must tell me who made your tech.//
Without hesitation, Mirage holds out his own rifle to Spinister. Assuming the helicopter takes it, Mirage says: //We'll switch back when we're out of this mess. I-// Mirage breaks of at Swerve's cry of pain and anger, attention swiveling back to the trapped constable.
//That mess...it's hurting him!// Mirage cloaks, then starts back toward the clearing at a quick pace. //He knows me. He doesn't know you. My rifle is loaded with armour piercing rounds. Think you can use it to break a chain link or two?//
Cross-post and Mirage slips back into Offering.
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